Poetry Challenge…Non-love…

What is there left?
In me
Of you
Forever there.
The part that’s you
Still there with me.
Was it
Your eyes
Of blue.
Strange
How I tired of them.
Your smile
Unfunny.
Your dreams
Never.
Your voice
Your hopes
Still
So loud
I cannot remember
A single word.
But
Your hands.
Your hands.
The way they were.
Forever Gentle.
Stay forever
I remember….
‘People should fall in love with their eyes closed’
~ Gill McGrath© April 12 [Quote made by Andy Warhol]

~A Non Love Poem Challenge~
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Thank you Holly for the challenge to write a ‘Non Love Poem’ Not sure if this fills the bill.
Please visit Holly’s blog by following the link…
the challenge:“Non-Love in More than Ten Sentences Challenge” – La Audacia de Aquiles
https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/2015/04/09/non-love-in-more-than-ten-sentences-challenge-la-audacia-de-aquiles/

Broken~ Jake Bugg

Jake of the extraordinary voice! (he writes all his own)
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I’ll wait here for you for I’m broken
Down, coming down this town
For my heart lies

Far and away where they took you down
Led them over to your house
Where I’m broken
Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you
Still can’t see still my heart beats for you

Have become all I lost
And all I hoped for
But I must carry on
Always one never broken

Run to the lobby where I saw you try
Don’t give a damn for your reasons why
Why I’m broken
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Break a story of slonge
Peace and love in a future
Bright sacrifice came around
Never broken

Down by the people if they let you breathe
Don’t give a damn if you still can’t see
Travlin’ street that I did not know
Wheels like tong to the winter lope
Down in the valley where the church bells cry
I’ll lead them over to your eyes
I am one
I am one

Songwriters
Kennedy, Jake / Hunt, Crispin

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Wood: I could be your lady

wood:I could be your lady

In its past this aching lovely tree

Was pruned with heavy hands

And left with its weeping wounds to heal alone

Growing useful, monstrous, silent scars, accepted

As a kind of beauty on its own!

But, if you look close……

You’ll see just one scar still crying

Open there among the rest.

The lady sits there still in waiting, ready

To be shaped in new shades of beauty

By a gentle Sculptor’s pair of hands!

Gill McGrath.

(About a local tree. Part. Gnarled by pollarding) press the thumbnail for detail